Listen to your broccoli and it will tell you how to eat it.

Almost everything will work again if you unplug it for a few minutes, including you.

I do not at all understand the mystery of grace - only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us.

Faith includes noticing the mess, the emptiness and discomfort, and letting it be there until some light returns.

Dogs are the closest we come to knowing the divine love of God on this side of eternity.

... the reason life works at all is that not everyone in your tribe is nuts on the same day. [pp. 65-66]

Sometimes I think that Jesus watches my neurotic struggles, and shakes his head and grips his forehead and starts tossing back mojitos.

Nothing heals us like letting people know our scariest parts: When people listen to you cry and lament, and look at you with love, it's like they are holding the baby of you.

Lighthouses don’t go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining.

I thought the secret of life was obvious: be here now, love as if your whole life depended on it, find your life's work, and try to get hold of a giant panda.

Human lives are hard, even those of health and privilege, and don't make much sense. This is the message of the Book of Job: Any snappy explanation of suffering you come up with will be horseshit.

Even without a kiss, this moment is perfect, and you wouldn't trade it for anything.

Self-censorship is insulting to the self. Timidity is a hopeless way forward.

On a human level, people want to see someone succeed who wants to change.

I just left wishing that it was longer because I enjoyed it so thoroughly.

I'm very determined, honest, open and definitely very energetic. I expect a lot as a boss and I'm very demanding, but I ask that of myself too.

If it was not for Rajiv Gandhi, urbanization in India would have been history.

Pleasure's a sin, and sometimes sin's a pleasure.

I imagine that all Americans have a unique relationship in their individual present to their collective past and how that relationship might shape their identities and experiences.

I want to show that the underdog can win. I believe were all the same: you, a slum girl, my mother.

I love nature but against my better judgment.